Kentucky Mountain


I bleed coal
so they cut off my head
sucked it all out
and left me for dead
Put a hat on my shoulders and
said"there, good as new"
and I betcha that's why
their night-moon is blue
So, sing me a song
sing us one more song
sing a sad song
before we're all gone

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